Tang Ji, Shi Feng and others ended the battle one after another, and led the crowd to report to Zhu Qiming, and when they saw him like that, they each found a place to rest, waiting for Zhu Qiming to summon him.

The villagers gathered outside the door in twos and threes to talk about the good news that followed, and the laughter filled every corner in front of the village, and the scene was even more lively than the joyous scene after the harvest.

Mo laughs at the farmer's wine, and the guests are full of chickens and dolphins in the harvest year. The farmer's home-brewed wine is turbid, the taste is as light as water, two bowls of wine into the throat, the stomach is half full, but the wine is still in the middle of nothing.

Zhu Qiming grabbed the crockpot-like wine jar and tilted it slightly, and the muddy wine gurgled into the dilapidated porcelain bowl. His gaze slowly moved on the faces of the people around him.

The guards turned their faces sideways to avoid making eye contact with him, and only Wang Lie stared at the wine-filled porcelain bowl on the desk with wide eyes.

Wang Lie opened his mouth, but stopped talking.

Zhu Qiming put down the wine jar, raised the bowl with both hands and drank it all, and the overflowing wine spilled on the silver armor, flowing down the smooth armor, and spilling to the ground bit by bit.

"Look, prisoners of war!" Some villagers shouted.

Zhu Qiming picked up the wine jar and wanted to pour the wine, but the tilting gesture instantly froze, and the two shining eyes suddenly swept to the mountain road in front of the village.

Behind the last horseman, seven Tartar thieves were tied up with five flowers, strung together on a wrist-thick hemp rope, and staggered forward with the movement of the horses in front of them.

The seven of them all had heads and thick armor, and they looked a little good-looking.

Wang Lie stood up straight, "Hey, all the strong men, did you only arrest seven people?" ”

A man with a square face, about forty years old, turned his head with a smug look on his face. "The more than 20 Tartar thieves we besieged have all become prisoners of war, and these seven people are the trophies of our brother's fifteen people, and there will be a large reward for sending them to Miyun County!"

"What about the other prisoners of war?" Wang Lie was expectant.

"I was taken away a long time ago, and now I'm afraid I'm about to arrive in Miyun County. You don't know this military master, those groups of people are so anxious that they are like cat's claws, for fear that they will slip away if they go late to reward the silver! ”

The villagers gathered on the side of the road to look at the seven Tartar thieves, and some people wondered: "It is a miracle that some Tartar thieves have been captured alive this year!" ”

The square-faced man from before said with a smile: "These people are different from other Tartar thieves, they are extremely measured, and they don't kill them, so naturally we don't want to take their lives, they are all people who practice martial arts, and they want to talk about martial arts." The Ming Dynasty has always treated prisoners of war preferentially, and it is said that they will be released on the spot after the prisoners are sacrificed, no matter what, they don't want to kill, and we won't do things to the end. Pretty good! ”

Several of the onlookers were about to throw stones at the prisoners, but reluctantly stopped.

"It's better to kill them, you run to sacrifice the prisoners, it's too cheap for these Tartars!" Some villagers said angrily.

There was a commotion among the onlookers, and the more than ten people were probably worried that something would happen, so they scattered in formation and hurriedly left the scene wrapped in seven prisoners of war.

Wang Lie returned to Zhu Qiming's side with a disappointed face, "Your Highness, we have to go to Miyun County." ”

It's late! Once a person enters the county government, he can only be ruled by the court, and a prince is powerless to return to heaven!

If it is a male prisoner of war, anything can happen to a woman on the way to Kyoto, and whether she can enter Kyoto alive is marked with a huge question mark! Thinking of this, Zhu Qiming picked up the wine jar and poured wine into the bowl.

Suddenly, the villagers who had dispersed returned to the side of the road, where they were pointing and talking about something.

Wang Lie's eyes lit up, "Your Highness, look! ”

Zhu Qiming glanced at the road indifferently, and when he turned around, he wanted to raise a bowl to drink, but suddenly his eyes froze, his head turned suddenly, and the porcelain bowl fell to the ground with a bang.

Through the gap in the crowd, I saw a man with a wide chest and a thick back riding a horse, dragging a thick rope behind him, and the thick rope was tied to a woman with her hands tied behind her back!

The woman's red cloak was only half cut off, and the pale yellow gown decorated with mink fur seemed to have been cut out by a weapon, and the strips of cloth were swept in the wind, giving a touch of sadness to the incomparably gorgeous costume. The waist-length hair was scattered, covering most of his face, and his pretty face loomed. Although a pair of eyes are bright, they are dull, and when you look closely, her eyes are clearly blind!

Saihan!

Zhu Qiming somehow suddenly felt a burst of pantothenic acid in his nose, and he slowly got up and was stunned.

An old woman rebuked the strong man: "Iniquity! What do you do when you don't catch a tartar, but you catch a girl? ”

The broad-chested man looked cold, "What do you know?" She's the leader of the Tartars, and she's fierce! ”

The villagers still didn't believe it, and they talked about it, and the broad-chested strong man saw that the situation was not good, so he wanted to speed up his horse and leave.

Zhu Qiming separated the crowd and ran forward, just about to speak, but suddenly paused, and secretly adjusted his vocal position, "This strong man may have caught the wrong person, look at her outfit, it is clear that she is my Ming woman!" The voice that came out of his mouth was so unfamiliar, which made Zhu Qiming himself startled.

Seeing that Zhu Qiming was pretending to be good, and many guards gathered around him one after another, the broad-chested strong man immediately put away the invincible shelf, "This general doesn't know, she is really the leader of the Tartar thieves, if the general doesn't believe it, then let the little one send her to the county office, if the county government thinks that the wrong person has been arrested, the little one is willing to be punished!" ”

In these days, cutting off people's financial routes is tantamount to killing parents! Zhu Qiming was helpless, so he had to talk about the transaction: "I lack a maid by my side, you make a price." ”

The broad-chested strong man wanted to hurry away, so he wanted to spur the horse, but suddenly stopped his hand, reined in the horse, turned around, and narrowed his eyes with a smile, "Hehe, bringing her into the county government is worth a few taels of silver, but if you sell her to Qinglou, with this look, it should be worth a hundred taels of silver!" ”

"But she's blind, and she's worth twenty taels at most."

"She's not blind! It was sprinkled with powder, and after three days, it was fine. ”

"One price, fifty taels!"

"Deal!" The broad-breasted strong man untied the thick rope from the saddle, threw it to Zhu Qiming, and said with a smile: "This woman Zilie, how can she use the dirty trick of sprinkling medicine?" It's nothing for the general to use her as a maid, if you have other thoughts, then you have to pay attention, according to her temperament, I'm afraid she dares to murder her husband! ”

In a burst of laughter, Tang Ji came over and paid the silver, and the broad-chested strong man checked the silver, and then rode away.

Wang Lie led the crowd to persuade the onlookers to leave. Zhu Qiming drew his sword and stepped forward to cut the thick rope on Saihan's body.

I saw that Saihan was slightly moved, and after a while, he turned his face sideways, and his eyebrows and eyes were full of stubbornness, revealing the meaning of a cold war.

Zhu Qiming hesitated for a long time, silently gave up Saihan, and beckoned Tang Ji to come forward to question. "Have you let go of your subordinates?"

"It's a hassle to be speechless! However, after questioning, the leaders of two groups of Tartar thieves claimed in blunt Chinese that they were subordinates who had taken off without flowers, and they were released in Xiaxia, and they went to the west road, definitely trying to exit through Yanqing Prefecture. ”

"You can lead the army back to the camp, leaving Wang Lie and three hundred guards to follow the king." Zhu Qiming finished his command and beckoned to one of the guards holding the war horse.

The guard trotted over with the captured horse.

Taking the reins from the guards, Zhu Qiming came to Saihan's side and handed the reins to her. Saihan hesitated for a long time, and finally groped for a while without saying a word, and then turned over and got on his horse.

Zhu Qiming stepped on the war horse, held two horse reins, and galloped north along the mountain road.

Seeing the messy land again, he opened his mouth to say something, endured it, and rode his horse into a fork in the road. Looking back, his eyes touched the wild and pretty face behind him, as well as her green hair fluttering in the wind, and the summer flowers blooming on the grassland came to mind.

Far away, the sound of the hooves of the three hundred cavalry shattered a reverie that loomed in his mind.

The cavalry marched forward like a fly. The rolling mountains cover the reckless snowfield, and no matter how winding the mountain road is, the undulating places will always cover the blue sky overhead.

The dazzling sunlight gradually dimmed, and I don't know how long it took for the shadow of the sun to finally turn into the afterglow of the slanting sun on the horizon. Several figures loomed in the forest, and the fleeting heads indicated their identity as tartars.

I hope they are the subordinates who can take off the flowers and bring a blind girl back to the grassland! Zhu Qiming slowly lowered his horse's speed, leaving Saihan's mount on the mountain road, and a trace of amazement quickly passed through his heart, but he didn't want to say goodbye, and rode his horse towards the mountain beam that he had just passed.

Wang Lie led three hundred guards to turn around and set out on the return journey ahead of him.

When he reached the height, he glanced back and saw the vague figure in the distance sitting quietly on the back of a horse, its face seemingly facing this way.

What can you see, a blind man! With the sound of "driving", Zhu Qiming gritted his teeth and rode his horse, and he didn't know what he was fighting with.

Circumventing the mountain beam, the blind girl who had returned north had belonged to the east and west sides of the same mountain with his prince. Out of sight, out of mind! He comforted himself and wanted to speed up his horse again, but saw Wang Lie in front of him slowing down and following him.

"Your Highness, those Tartars can't be the thieves who escaped by luck, right? Those who survive death can do anything, let alone Tartars! ”

"Let her go!"

As soon as Zhu Qiming said this, his heart instantly betrayed his mouth, hesitated for a moment, slowly turned the horse's head, and after repeated reprimands, the mount galloped towards the west side of the mountain beam.

Circumventing the mountain beam again, facing a glimmer of the sun, I saw several Tartar thieves swaying around Saihan in the distance, like a group of demons dancing wildly. And Saihan had fallen to the ground, and at the moment the coquettish voices were endless, and it was clear that she was struggling.

Zhu Qiming's face was deformed, and he suddenly pulled out his short sword, and in front of him, the remnant sun was impressively reflected with three skulls to be taken!

The sound of hooves came like thunder, and he suddenly seemed to be possessed by divine power, but when he saw the cold light flash, a head left his neck and floated towards the side of the road in a parabola, and a long string of blood stains splashed out, which looked extremely strange under the reflection of the setting sun.

He turned his horse's head and chased after the two figures who were running in a panic, and with a gallop, the dagger struck a short blow before the two scimitars, and the bodies of the two Tartars slammed and then slowly fell to the ground.

Wang Lie led the crowd to arrive, grabbed his horse and glanced at the scene, and waved his hand to signal everyone to retreat.

Zhu Qiming turned over and dismounted, stepped forward to help Saihan, and then adjusted his vocal position, "Why did you stay in Miyun and not return?" ”

"I want to see you!" Saihan suddenly threw himself into his arms, "Don't pretend, I know it's you, I can smell you." I want to dance to show you and play the piano for you! ”

Through the armor, he seemed to be able to feel Saihan's body temperature, and the wisps of warm breath brushed his neck, and his ears were numb, stirring him up for a while.

The figure of Lu Xiyu suddenly appeared in his mind.

Enchantress! Zhu Qiming gritted his teeth, stretched out his hands and grabbed Saihan's shoulders hard, pushing her away from his embrace.

"That can't be! Your eldest brother's hands are stained with the blood of my Ming warriors, this hatred is not shared, you and I are destined to be enemies in this life! ”

The corners of Saihan's mouth twitched slightly, and there seemed to be tears in his straight eyes, "What are you murderous?" I've never killed Akito! ”

"So what! It's just that, it's useless to say more, this king sent you out of the country, from now on, you and I don't owe each other! ”